At thirty-three, Warner Truman is one of the richest men on the planet, a spa mogul who buys and sells resorts at will. He holds powerful executives’ careers in his well-groomed hands. Nothing is beyond Warner’s reach…until he meets her.

Stunning, tantalizing and perverse, Taddy captivates Warner’s carnal desire like no woman he’s ever met. A self-made millionaire, Taddy is tougher than steel, more brilliant than diamonds and, at twenty-seven, she’s never depended on a man for anything…until she meets him.

The more Taddy plays with Warner’s affections, driving him to erotic heights, the more she is confronted by a dark past. Before she can love him, Taddy must meet her worst fears head-on or risk losing it all, including herself.

Excerpt:

The set up: Warner is at a spa waiting for a
massage. He keeps thinking about the woman he only knows as “Red.” He
fantasizes about her—he’s obsessed with her—he gets off thinking about her! But
Brigitte, the massage therapist keeps interrupting him…

Excitement charged through him. He
sat down to control his breathing and closed his eyes. Relax, Warner, you’ll find Red. Inhaling the herbs, he listened to
the pixie-like music and waited.

I
can taste you Red. The tuberose smell in her wavy hair, her velvet tongue
kissing his while he cupped those breasts. Her sensitive nipples responsive to
his every touch—he looked forward to nibbling on them.

Warner imagined himself carrying Red
to his bedroom and unzipping her from the dress. The sheer fabric, a second
skin between them, dropped to the floor. He’d kneel, remove each shoe, and
admire her calves then kiss her inner thighs. She’d twirl her figure in his
face.

Red,
I can’t wait to make your body dance with me inside you. She’d hold her
long hair over her bare shoulders. Pose for a minute—naked. Enjoying the view,
he’d stroke his cock and asked, “May I?”

“You may.”

He’d place her on
his bed against the pillows. Her legs would spread for him. His two hands would
scissor her folds as his tongue tickled her. She’d scream in ecstasy, holding
on to his shoulders while he lapped at her cunt. Red, you taste sweet as fresh cream.

Once she became nice and wet, wetter
than before, wetter than she’d ever thought possible, he’d give her his cock…

“Monsieur.”

Fuck!
A the knock on the door, Warner threw the sheet over his crotch and stayed
seated on the table.

Brigitte returned. “Monsieur, the
appointment books show it was I who waited on a young woman who booked the
vajazzling.” Her cheeks flushed. “I’m embarrassed. I don’t mean to upset you.”

“What is it?” He sat up but dared
not stand.

“I remember now waiting on her.”

“You do?” Warner could hear the
herald angels singing.

“The client was a tall, model-type,
tipped me one hundred dollars. I’m not sure if she stayed in the hotel, but can
assume. She came from the United States, Beverly Hills perhaps.”

“Makes sense.” Red had embodied
90210.

“May I ask why you’re inquiring
about this client?”

“I met her on this island. I didn’t
get her name but must find her.”

Her lips curved into a broad smile
of approval. “I understand. I wish I could be of more help. I don’t remember
anything else except she insisted on being vajazzled in red.”

Naturally. “What name did she book
under?” Warner could see Red’s name being Eva, Penelope, or Isobelle. He’d even
be okay with Prudence, Horace, or Drucilla.

“Mademoiselle
Red.” Brigitte looked at him like, go-figure. “She paid with a credit card,
but I don’t have her file at this spa. Everything went to corporate at the
year’s end on the thirty-first.”

“Oui,
monsieur, un moment.” She left him alone in the room and closed the door.

His cock was still hard. Warner
jumped to his feet, locked the door, and then laid his head back down on the
bed where his thoughts returned to Mademoiselle Red. He reached down under the
sheet he’d thrown over himself and tugged at his dick, and continued.

Red,
I’m going to fuck you. He visualized Red taking to his dick with the same
pleasure she’d taken to his touches, kisses, and affection for her. She’d lick
the head’s slit, moving her juicy lips over the mushroom tip until he was rock
hard. Yanking on his balls, she’d stare at him with those captivating green
eyes, hungry. Warner would hold her beautiful face in his hands, guiding her
mouth over his shaft, helping her get comfortable. You want to taste me? You
like my pre-cum, baby?

Warner jacked harder under the
sheet.

He’d roll over, massaging her clit’s
hood with his fingers. Warner would bring himself down over her, enjoying her
moan in his ear, her pleasure, and he’d thrust fast and hard. It would be for
her. Having her in his arms would be her experience. He’d drive into her
vagina, sensing it throb and swell around his dick. Her slit swelled in
response, she’d tighten her hungry cunt around him ready to come.

“Fuck yeah.” He fisted his dick,
throwing the sheet to the floor.

Biting his neck, she’d scream in
bliss for him. Warner would lift her ass and get underneath. She’d climb on
top, ride him, her vagina hugging his cock. He’d bury his face in her breasts
and tug on each rosebud gently with his teeth. His body would thrust, drill,
and spread her ass apart with his seed. Red would hold on for dear life as she
came while he flooded her with his cum. You
wanna come. Come on, Red, I have you, let go, come.

Warner came as the orgasm rain fell
on his abdomen. He felt his face bead sweat as he released. Red, please come back to me. I have to have
you.

Eyes rolling, Brigitte’s face
whitened as she mumbled pervers under her breath. “New York headquarters
started the search. You’ll hear from them in about two weeks or a month.”
Brigitte stood in the doorway playing with her wedding band, twirling the metal
around her ring finger with her thumb. Perhaps afraid he’d fuck her if she came
into the room, she made her commitment obvious. He wouldn’t. Truman Enterprises
staffed attractive female employees at all of his properties, but none of them
compared to Red, not even close.

That was just his luck. He gave a
tight smile and sighed. “Thanks for checking.”

Over the winter, Warner had looked
for Red while visiting his properties in Sydney, Australia. He could’ve sworn
he spotted her sailing once on a boat not too far from Perast in the Bay of
Kotor in Montenegro. In the spring, he’d walked on Xai-Xai coast in Mozambique
catching the sunrise. Certain it was Red on the beach, he’d run close to half a
mile along the muddy shore to catch her. It wasn’t. Maybe the universe didn’t
intend for them to meet again. Possibly
he’d never have Red. Warner remembered how the night had ended.

“I left crazy back home. I sure as
hell have no interest in your St. Barth’s drama,” Red had blasted.

About the Series:

The Manhattanites is an extended modern erotic romance series of full length juicy melodramas multilayered on love, friendship, scandal, and drama to the hilt. Fans who watch TV shows like Girls (HBO), Mistresses (ABC/BBC Drama), and The Bold & the Beautiful (CBS) love The Manhattanites series. Avery's characters are over the top. They have raunchy sex, speak their minds and always get what they want. Each novel may be read as a stand alone, features an HEA for every couple and has no cliffhangers.

About the Author:

Avery Aster pens erotic romance for Ellora's Cave. As a resident of New York's Upper East Side and a graduate from New York University, Avery gives readers an inside look at the city's glitzy nightlife, socialite sexcapades and tall tales of the über-rich and ultra-famous. "I write about what I see in my metropolis that never sleeps--Manhattanites on the quest for a passionate thrill," Avery says. "By and large, my characters are drop-dead gorgeous, ripped straight from the headlines and on the hunt for their next conquest.”